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Spring Fire
Vin Packer
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INTRODUCTION by Vin Packer
I was having drinks in a little bar inside the Algonquin Hotel, with an editor named Dick Carroll, when he asked me, “What kind of story is a young girl like you burning to tell?” He was grinning at me, as though any answer to that question would be frivolous and lightweight. After all, I had gone to work for him straight out of college, only months before. I roomed with three sorority sisters. I was just finding my way around New York City.
I said, “I’d like to write about boarding school. I went because I had heard homosexuality ran rampant in places like that. I wanted to find out if my suspicions were right, that I was one of those. Sure enough, I was rewarded with first love.”
“A little love story with a twist, hmmm?”
“Yes, but not a happy ending. I didn’t think I was strong enough to go through all the secrecy and disapproval. Her mother found one of my letters to her and called my parents threatening to call the police if I ever contacted her daughter again.”
“What happened next?” Dick asked.
“My parents told me, and I told myself, that it was just a silly schoolgirl thing. All I needed to do was put myself in a male/female environment. So I chose the University of Missouri, co-ed, and with a fine journalism school, since I wanted to be a writer.”
“Were you cured?” Dick asked.
“I had a wonderful time. I pledged a sorority. I fell in love with a Hungarian who’d escaped the Holocaust. I began to write story after story. That was when I learned there wasn’t a cure. My Hungarian wasn’t enough, nor were my friends, and my stories were missing something, too. So that’s what I’d like to write about, if there were a way.”
Dick told me maybe there was a way.
He was the new editor of a line of paperback originals called Gold Medal Books, brought out by Fawcett Publications. The idea that good books could appear in paper without having to be in hardcover first was new. I was one of Dick’s secretaries, who didn’t know how to take shorthand, so I was assigned to read books thought to have potential, selected from the slush pile. A would-be writer, I very often finished reading a new manuscript thinking: I could do that.
“You might have a good story there,” Dick said, “but you’d have to do two things. The girls would have to be in college, not boarding school. And, you cannot make homosexuality attractive. No happy ending.”
“Well, my story didn’t have a happy ending, anyway.”
“But your main character can’t decide she’s not strong enough to live that life,” Dick said. “She has to reject it knowing that it’s wrong. You see, our books go through the mails. They have to pass inspection. If one book is considered censurable, the whole shipment is sent back to the publisher. If your book appears to proselytize for homosexuality, all the books sent with it to distributors are returned. You have to understand that. I don’t care about anybody’s sexual preference. But I do care about making this new line successful.”
“In other words, my heroine has to decide she’s really not queer.”
“That’s it. And the one she’s involved with is sick or crazy.”
He told me that if I wrote an outline and submitted it with one chapter, he would advance me $1000.
A month later, Sorority Girl was on the Gold Medal Schedule. Since they paid a penny a copy on print order, and usually printed 400,000 copies, I would receive $3000 more when I was finished.
After Dick read the final manuscript, he said we would have to change the title.
“It has no particular sales pull,” he said.
“I don’t want it to have an unhappy title like The Well of Loneliness,” I said.
“Neither do I,” said Dick. “I want to call it Spring Fire.”
“What? What does that even mean?”
“It means there’s a big seller by James Michener called The Fires of Spring, and we might pick up a few readers who confuse the titles.”
I just stared back at him in disbelief.
“Look,” he said, “I’m taking a big chance here because this is the story you told me you wanted to write. Fawcett Publications
